[50 Hey Em, you know you my white boy right? I owe you for one
I've been patiently waiting for a track to on You can if you want and your ass will get rolled on It feels like my flows hot for so long If you thinking I'm fucking off your so wrong
[50 Innocent in my head, like a born dead Destination heaven, sit and politic with passengers nine eleven The blessings leave me lyrically inclined Shit I ain't even gotta try to God's the seamstress that fitted my pain I got scriptures in my brain I spit at your dame out the good book, look, niggas is shook 50 no man, warrior swing swords like Conan Picture me pen in hand write lines knowing the source'll it When I die, they'll read this and say a wrote it I grew up without my pops should that me bitter? I caught cases I copped out that make me a quitter? In this man's world I'm similar to a squirrel Lookin for a with a nice butt to get a nut If I get shot today my phone will stop ringing These industry niggaz ain't friends, they how to pretend
[Chorus: x2 waiting to make it through all the hating Debating whether or not you could even the storm. lay on the table they operating to save you Its like an angel came to you from the heavens above
They they're crazy but they ain't crazy lets face it, shit basically They just playing sick, they ain't shit They ain't shit, spray 'em Fifty A to the K, get in the way I'll bring Dre and wit me And turn this day into fucking mayhem you staying me? let me lose you, I'm not trying to confuse you When I let loose with this Uzi and just through your Isuzu You get the message am I getting to you? You know whats coming you don't even know do you? some Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot Sprinkle a Big L on top, and what the fuck do you got? You got the realest and illest tied up in a knot The Juggernauts of this rap like it or not Its a fight to the top just to see who died for the spot You put your life in this, nothing like surviving the know what time it is as soon as Fifty signs on this dot Shit what you about death threats, 'cause I get a lot Records was eighty seconds away from the towers Some cowards fucked with the wrong building they to hit ours Better all children - nuclear shower There's nothing spookier, you're now about to the power of fuckin Fifty
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The guns when the shots go off Its fifty, they say its See a nigga laid out his fucking top blown off Its fifty, man that wasn't Fifty, they don't my name
[50 You shouldn't throw if you live in a glass house And if you got a glass jaw, you watch your mouth Cause I'll break your face, your ass running Mumbling to the Jake, you against me dog you making a mistake Ill split you have you looking like the Michael jackets with all them zippers I'm the boss on boat, you can call me skipper The way I turn the money over you call me flipper Your bitch, a bitch, you calling her wifey I fucked her, I feed her food, you keeping her icy I'm to sell records but not my soul Snoop said this in 94' "We love them hoes" I got for my thoughts, now I'm rich See the twenty's spinning looking on the six Niggas wearing flags, 'cause the colors match clothes They get caught in the wrong hood and get filled up with (motherfucker).
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